It’s either too late or too early

Evidently I am unable to do simple math in my head. As a result, I arrived at the airport hours (yes, hours!) before my flight was scheduled to depart. That’s the bad and/or embarrassing part of this story.

The good part is that it was so early that I was almost the only one there, which gave me lots of time to make photos.

The gentleman on the bench had been there longer than me, which made me feel a little better about my miscalculation…